Part One: The first time I remember seeing Hanscom Park was at age 16. We had gotten there by car, many of us, having packed into Someone’s Mother’s Retired Old Boat. The large kind of gas guzzling cars that would be handed down from kid to kid
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Mr. Cassette and I feel very fortunate to own a smart, little, early 1940’s cottage that we very much love. Most of the house still upholds its original integrity, save for a few missteps. A previous owner, decades ago, decided to undertake some
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Downtown Omaha, the Downtown of Decades Ago is nowadays harder to locate. It is no longer right out in the open but it is still there. I look for it. These essays and this blog are about Looking for It. That is not to say that I am against 2016
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My mother grew tired one day of my morning antics. She was not just my perfect Mother Hostess, hosting my every morning breakfast before school; she also worked fulltime and had to get out the door and on her way. You see, she was not known for
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I saw the house properly, for the very first time, early one afternoon in the middle to late 1990’s when I was out driving in South Omaha. Or on a hunt, as I now say. House Hunting. Mansion Chasing. Building Stalking. I am sure you understand
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Would it really surprise anyone to hear that Miss Cassette loves to walk around Omaha and make up names and stories for almost everyone and thing that I come across? Because that is what I do. I can’t help it. I am not sure when it all
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In the early fall of 1982, I, accompanied by some girl pals, began making trips from midtown Omaha and Benson, where we lived, to downtown Omaha. I did not know it then but I was doing research for this very piece. I was young and dumb and
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For those obsessed with buildings, Old Omaha, and our cultural history, a walk around downtown and the chance to peer into the past is simple euphoria. Some things you can only find on foot, I have discovered. To find a gem, to glimpse a trace
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Before I get into the who and why of this incredible Omaha unsung hero, Rino the Tailor, let me first start by explaining my need to champion my fabulous Omahans in an ongoing series. When I was young it seemed that everywhere I looked in Omaha
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Before you even attempt to make sense of this follow up, please take some time to read Mysteries of Omaha: 4025 Izard Street, making sure that you are caught up on our current local Omaha Mystery. (Above Photo and the best illustration taken